Conway the Machine, Jae Skeese - Immaculate Reception Lyrics

Oh (oh)

We back with this rappin' shit (right back with it, nigga)
Right back to it
(The separation to what means to highs) we right back to it
I'm fresh off the road, though, a lil' bit
Y'know I mean? Ha (DrumWork, first class, art dealer shit, you know that)
This my type of shit (Eastside shit, you know that)
Yo
Yo, yo (yo, yo), check

I'm in the game now, they watch my position like draft analysts (right)
My stocks risin', my advantage is lopsided (right)
I listen to rappers verses like, "Bro, they gotta be gassin' 'em" (gotta be gassin')
I gave a fuck at one point, but now I'm honestly abstinent
'Cause if you break it down in totality with analysis (uh-huh)
Nobody snappin' harder since Lil Jon with this rapper shit, look (nobody)
Them rappers mid-level just like assistant management (what?)
My flame got ignited and I keep fannin' it and fannin' it and fannin' it
My reach is worldwide now, that's how I'm spannin' it (true)
Writin' my story, I'll be the protagonist (uh-huh)
It only gets better as pages in the pamphlet flip
They thought I never had a chance at this
But I put in the work and studied like an undergraduate
Most valuable, they voted me in and this shit's unanimous
My impact'll snap a brick in half as quick as seconds on the chronograph get ticked
Brick by brick, I built myself here a motherfuckin' establishment, look (uh)
This here is high-grade, all gas, no flatulence (none)
Purposely done, but the reception is immaculate
Married to this shit and I done flooded out the annulet (what?)
It's DrumWork on my amulet, I'm humbly extravagant, you know that (nigga)

Told you niggas, man, y'all niggas can't fuck with me, man
(The separation to what means to highs) yeah
Yo, yo (you know that)

To hate you, they gon' find a reason (facts)
If I told you how bad it gets, bet you would not believe it (uh-huh)
This that dope shit, I can plug 'em like I'm stoppin' leakings (know that)
That DW on the flag, my niggas got allegiance (you know that)
Makin' my mark up in the pros, this shit was not collegiate (uh-huh)
Yeah, I understood the assignment, so it got completed (facts)
And now my craft just serve me papers like I got subpoenaed
Yeah, I mean this shit is like I got subpoenaed (right)
I stayed down, shit was ugly 'til it got conceited, nigga (know that)

Yeah
You know what it is, nigga
You know I mean? This DrumWork shit, nigga
This just the beginning, though
It's the beginning of your fuckin' ending, though, nigga
All y'all niggas, nigga
Real lyricism is back
Jae Skeese, Machine, the separation
Thank you for doubtin' us, nigga
Thank you for doubtin' us
Keep that same energy
Keep your congratulations
We makin' history, though, nigga, Machine
Drumwork, bitch
It 'bout to be a beautiful year
Beautiful decade, nigga, haha
Yeah, it's just the process
Trust the process, nigga, yeah